Hermitcraft Ship Oneshots

[1] Grumbo (Grian X Mumbo)

Requested by @thebirdfantasy

Sorry it's bad and rushed.

Also, this is (kinda) an au where Grian has depression. If you're not comfortable with depression and mentions of self harm, then I suggest you don't read this.

Enjoy!

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Grian wasn't one to get upset easily. He was never one to get upset at others, either. The only person he really ever got mad at was himself. In fact, Grian never really thought of a time he was really mad at someone else. Although, he often found times where he was really upset with himself. Today was just another one of those days. Grian was hiding in his bedroom - with the door locked shut - and sitting on the floor, his face buried in his knees. Grian sniffed, his eyes red and blotchy and nose congested. He had been crying. And while Grian was calm right now, he knew it wouldn't be long before he started crying again.

He couldn't stop crying.

The day started pretty normal. Grian was working on his base, when he got a text from Mumbo and Iskall asking if he wanted to hang out. The three of them just wondered around the shopping district, talking about their day, future plans, and future pranks. Although, it all started going downhill when Mumbo made a joke about how Grian kept on throwing eggs everywhere. Of course, this joke was completely harmless and Grian laughed at it, then replied with: "It's not me; it's the man in the chicken costume!"

That's where it really started going downhill.

Mumbo laughed, while Iskall did not seem pleased. Iskall just stopped and then said - in a rather harsh tone: "You're not fooling anyone, Grian." Mumbo and Grian were both taken back by the Swedish man's harsh tone, and the mood quickly changed. Iskall scowled, then continued his rant, "I'm tired of all these random chickens showing up at my base, and I'm pretty sure the entire server is sick of it too. It's gotten out of hand, Grian, and the jokes not funny anymore." Mumbo - like the loyal boyfriend he is - jumped to Grian's defense.

"It's just a harmless prank, Iskall," Mumbo said, glaring at the bearded man, "No need to get so worked up about it." Iskall furrowed his eyebrows, then his eyes traveled to Grian, who was almost hiding behind Mumbo, with pure shock painting his features. Iskall smirked.

"You're always defending him, Mumbo. Grian can't even stand up for himself!"

"Yes I can!"

Grian finally spoke up. He didn't mean to yell at Iskall; he just had a hard time controlling his temper. Grian then said a few words that he would horribly regret later: "And since when did you have control over my life, Iskall?" Iskall glared down at the shorter man, then spoke: "You're so immature, Grian. Grow up. Maybe adding you to the server was a bad idea." And with that, Iskall turned and walked off.

Grian just stood there, trying to comprehend what just happened. Mumbo looked like he was trying to do the same thing. Finally, Grian lowered his head in shame, and sniffled a little bit, desperately trying to hold back tears.

"He's right, you fat piece of shit," A little voice in the back of Grian's head told him. Grian turned to walk away. Mumbo tried to say something to him, but Grian shoved him away and flew off back to his base.

And now here he was, sitting on his bedroom floor and crying. Grian had been thinking hard about what Iskall said, and while he didn't want to believe it, he knew deep down inside that all of it was true. The other hermits hated him. It was just a fact. His friends hated him, his boyfriend probably hated him (and only hung out with him out of pity), and most of all, Grian hated himself. That was also a fact. Grian absolutely hated himself. Tears welled up in Grian's eyes - hugging his knees tighter - and sobbed.

Meanwhile, Mumbo was starting to get concerned for his boyfriend. He hadn't said anything for the last 3 hours and hadn't tried to contact anyone. Finally, Mumbo decided to fly over to Grian's base, and check up on him. Whenever Mumbo got there, he discovered that Grian wasn't anywhere to be found on the first level, and he immediately knew Grian was upstairs in his bedroom. His suspicions were confirmed whenever Mumbo got upstairs, and the door to Grian's bedroom was locked shut.

"Grian?" Mumbo knocked on Grian's door, "It's me, Mumbo. You doin' alright?" There was no response. Mumbo felt anxiety build up in his stomach.

"Grian?" Mumbo knocked again, "It's just me, baby. Please open the door." There was still no response. Mumbo jiggled the door handle, and knocked harder.

"Grian!?" At the point, Mumbo was practically shouting, "Grian, baby, please open the door!" Finally, Mumbo heard footsteps, the sound of a lock, and then a teary eyed Grian opened the door. Before the smaller man could get any words out, Mumbo threw his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him close to his chest.

"I was so worried about you," Mumbo whispered, softly. Grian looked confused.

"Why?"

"Because I thought you were hurting yourself."

Grian didn't say anything, only gently draped his arms around Mumbo's neck, feeling comfort in the taller man's embrace. Silence lingered between the two of them. Finally, Grian spoke, in a shaky voice.

"It's true. Everything that Iskall said. He's right." Mumbo looked down at his boyfriend, then gently moved one hand to cup the side of his face, wiping away tears with his thumb.

"Grian, don't say tha-" Grian cut the older man off.

"You know it's right! I'm just immature and just so..." Before Grian could even finish his sentence, he broke down into tears. Mumbo pulled him as close as possible, and cradled the back of his head. Grian sobbed, miserably, burying his face in the crook of Mumbo's neck.

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Mumbo cooed, "Grian, listen to me. You're not immature, and you're not anything that Iskall said about you. You're beautiful, and funny, and nice, and so, so important to me. I love you more than anything." Grian stared up at the raven haired male, tears flowing freely down his face and his cheeks lightly dusted pink. Grian finally smiled.

"I love you too," Grian whispered, gently laying his head on Mumbo's chest. Silence filled the room, again. Not an awkward silence, but a comforting silence. A silence in which both men knew that they had each other - no matter what - and that's the real thing that matters. Mumbo was gently carding his fingers through Grian's soft, dirty blond hair, then spoke, softly.

"Just... Just stay alive," Mumbo said, "It'll get better tomorrow, I promise."

And Grian listened.

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I need a Mumbo in my life.

Half of this was me venting and the other half was me actually writing a fanfic lol.

Anyways, the next oneshot will prob be a smut. Thanks for reading!